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Objective: B Location: Fuel Depot | 9 Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies Enemies:The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"] Gear:Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring
Lilin managed to avoid getting hit by the lightning this Sith shot due to having moved away from them during the blinding light. The man didn't seem to attack her more for a moment, at least while he was talking, so the girl guessed she had some time to rest before she would have to start defending herself again.
"People are teaching me, unlike they seem to do in your case, you silly Sith. A true fighter, especially in war, uses whatever resources they can to ensure they win. I guess that's not what they teach you Sith anymore. All they care nowadays is just conquering worlds. Seeing your philosophy and fighting skills make me suggest they don't train their people at all."
She moved, at least tried to, move farther away from the man while starting to move in a circular route again. She was starting to feel a slight itch below her ring -- something she had never felt before. The same thing happened to the lightsaber in her hand which shut off completely on its own.
What was going on?
The girl tried her best to avoid that and continue the taunts. She had to admit her own tries to make the enemy weaker through speech were a little bit full of lies as she had understood a long time ago the man was a better duelist than her.
"The Dark Side of the Force truly is corrupting. Your Masters used to be so interested in teaching their students. Maybe now they're full of themselves? Maybe they've understood the chase for the Force to let them free is pathetic and its end goal is impossible to achieve and just don't want to make their apprentices go the same way?"
She chuckled, but that soon turned into a face full of discomfort. The itch at her finger and right hand had turned into burning pain, just like the rest of her body felt. Something had to be going on.
"The One Sith has started doubting in themselves, I fear."
Lilin put her left hand on her right one to get rid of the damned ring she was wearing, but it was difficult to take it off in such a situation, so instead, she turned her head towards the man again, smiled the evilest smile she'd ever made and turned around and burst into a run as fast as she could.
Thank Force she had been working out a lot lately. Maybe she had some more luck at running.
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So like I was saying, I am just sneaking about, really doing just my own little business here and there. Nothing to be particularly concerned about, I mean… how much damage can one teenager really do to some random fueling depot in the middle of nowhere? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That’s what I mean.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But I just turned my head and something caught my eyes, they first washed over the silhouette as if it was part of the shadows in clung to, until they finally resettled themselves and I realized what that silhouette was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Feth![/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]I barely managed to avoid tripping and falling on my face, instead leaning heavily against the wall while regaining my balance again. Phfew, almost made a little schutta of myself with that move and ain’t nobody want that to happen on your first actual [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]duel![/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Almost went for my blaster, until I noticed… woah. She was pretty fething hot, hellooooo there, yooo.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Heyy there, you from around here?” I’d ask smoothly, instinctively reaching towards her with my empathy and tugging at her figural heartstrings. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What? Don’t look at me that way, I just want her to smile a little bit for me. She probably has a beautiful smile. [/SIZE]
Objective B Leaving this Thread, with some survivors. Mention: [member="Darth Carach"]
Piece for piece the void dissolved into a form of consciousness. The overhanging feeling of a new horizon dawned upon the Jedi Master as she got up from the ground. Her mind has been told just the one thing. To be better than she were before. Her eyes slowly opened to reveal the settling dust from where the man had turned on his heels and walked away. She was full of questions, but most of all she was full of anger.
This man had helped, she wanted to say thanks and she wanted to stab him. Her mind was buzzing with new ideas and emotions and with all that she had just experienced there was no way for her to even truly consider the former course of action. Not unless she wanted more of the nightmare to go on. Which, eye opening as it was, she did not.
She pushed herself up from the ground. With her arm holding her up for support she wiped the dust and grime off of her cheek. A deep breath seeped in to fill her lungs and departed through her nose. Kana’s mind went back to her previous ponderings. She had ended up face down in the dirt, but it wasn’t for the last time. No, things felt different. She wasn’t sad, at least not as much. The sting from Ruusan still hurt like it always had, but it felt... Useful, it felt right.
Kana got up from the ground and rose to her feet and look over at her captor and eye-opener. He did something, but she didn’t know what. Part of her didn’t want to know, the ther didn’t care to know.
Kana was entering a new world, she was entering something better.
Objective: B
Location: Norrin's Mind/1
Allies: Me
Enemies: Him
Humming to himself, the droid slowed himself down and got off the swing. A swing which promptly disappeared. It reached down to its sides and pulled out a pair of sabers - when they activated, they glowed a diseased green, as if by sheer presence this creature had corrupted the crystals within. But this was his mind, so who knew what was going on. Still, it walked over, sabers held low.
"My boy, the game is already being played."
And then it flung one of the saber's out, sending it spinning through the air at waist level towards Norrin. The droid was still closing the distance right now, though, though instead of walking it was now sprinting.
The knowledge of the tripped switch was not betrayed by the stony expression that remained cemented to her face. There had been a moment where mere words had nearly gripped the Grand Master, had almost toppled the titanic icon of justice, of peace. Had her actions not hastened towards the means to an end there had been a chance that she might have broken the wall through the very method she despised so much. 'They say every construct has a shatterpoint.. How about I find yours?' The thought had just as quickly entered her mind as the Jedi made her effort to shy away from her moment of vulnerability. It was a flawless move, as the statement detracted from the weakness and hid it, the vagueness and boldness of the statement obscuring the source of the weakness. A question, a challenge, or even an ambiguous remark would have pulled her right back into the Sith Lord's web of control. Then came the very thing she had waited for, so off-handed that it seemed genuine, perhaps even to her, to Corvus. But it was the nature of the question, so subtle, so precise, from someone that had guarded herself so carefully that it ripped open those defensive walls and led the playwright directly to the next line in her grand script.
“And you still haven’t told me your name."
Had the Jedi made an effort prior the remark might have floated right over her head as more antagonizing banter from someone with the wordplay of a padawan, but this was curiosity, and it was curiosity and its sister, the thirst, that had brought the Jedi momentarily to her knees. To answer would mean to admit proverbial defeat, to give the woman all that she needed to fulfill their engagement; Atrophia could not have that, nor could she deny it - denial being far worse than admission, far more variable. No words left her lips, not even a snide remark, and she remained silent and steadfast as she examined her opponent, who appeared far less concerned about her dropped guard than she should be. Had the Sith Lord been an incontestable master of sword-play, perhaps the Jedi would have earned herself a far easier duel with Atrophia, one with a swift end and far less misery. But she wielded the dark powers that carried far more weight on their victims than the ill-fated use of mental tricks. Atrophia flicked her left wrist, and then her right, and the two sabers' lights died out as darkness took them and she relinquished them to her side. The pale skin that had held them moved up, deceitfully swift as they appeared sluggish and fluid, and darkness began to pour from her like the breath of night, only far more horrible. Her eyes never left the Jedi as she was quickly engulfed by a dark cloud that blotted out both physical light and otherwise, suffocating the force of all its potential good, the so-called light side of the force. But even as she faded from view, and the illuminated room in which they stood began to darken, the hands that were held up in front of her chest flew out to either of her sides, straight out, as though she were pushing away, and with it ran the dark clouds that appeared almost to devour what little light was left in every direction.
With the all-consuming mist came the shrieks of horror, of pain and sorrow, weeping cries for mercy that rang in every ear they touched, and the leash that would tug on the force and loosen the resolve of those Jedi that struggled within. "You should know what I am, Jedi. You have only laid eyes upon the light, fought out my treacherous tendrils, and sought out to undermine my efforts." Came the hoarse whisper of a detached female voice, one which rang from every angle at an equal pitch, as though they were spoken from just beside Corvus' side. "I am born not of your foolish pride and righteousness, I am without good, without order." Continued the hushed words as the darkness spread further, the Sith Lord long-since having moved from the position of its origin. "Can you not feel it at your back, Jedi?" Came her echoed cry. Meters away, granted both by the darkness and the push the Jedi had experienced earlier, the Sith Lord raised her hands towards her front once more, and at her finger tips she held what was darker than this night. If one could describe its unholy and heretical existence they might tear out their eyes rather than envision it again. It grew and it grew, and it swallowed the dark mist as it touched it. A lapping tendril of the dark side, so raw and so horrific that it devoured all of this world. None in history that had been touched by its accursed grasp had lived, much less continued to exist afterwards. It shared her very nature, its consuming power and corrupting nature, and she knew the Jedi would soon feel its presence even as it formed. But she did not seek to rid the galaxy of its greatest shield, not yet - she still had plans for her, even if she were to remain in the light. "I am your Dark Master." Came the shrill hiss from behind the Jedi, and as the Sith Lord let loose the tendril of atrophy upon the Jedi, intended to strike her sword arm as she had done to Graxin Rade so long ago, an illusion of Sith Magic was conjured to mirror the dark side tendril from behind the Jedi Master. For one so well-versed in the art of Sith Sorcery it was almost child's play, especially as the dark spell that she utilized was for all intents-and-purposes her specialty. "I am Death." The bold words being telepathically given even as the illusion of sith magic reached for the Jedi, so deadly and so precisely governed that mere mild caution and trust on her guiding light would be her undoing.
He rolled, but he rolled with a purpose, and he started to weave a shield through the Force mere inches away from his spinal cord. He wasn't going to be downed without striking his opponents once. He didn't care if they had a link, if they fought for so long that they had a bond. No, Zaren was experienced fighting powerhouses and their entourages like this. In odds like this, maybe not, but he had encountered many Sith Lords as strong as this one, stronger? He couldn't remember, but he had lived long enough to get passed them.
He'd get passed this one too.
Amusing.
He felt the pressure applied on his back as he log-rolled one last time and got back up to his feet.
Another strike came down upon him, and the Jedi had already elected to begin forming force shields around his lightsabre to prevent the Force portion of the lightsabre strikes. From the corner of his eyes, he had taken note of how [member="Darth Ophidia"] had arched to his left. The thing was, Zaren was left handed. Raising upwards, and releasing his own lightsabre strike and using the Force to release his own blast of power similar to how [member="Darth Ferus"] was, and with a twitch of his right wrist, a phrik knife slipped into his hand, and for a split second he stepped back from Ferus before releasing the phrik knife at Ophidia when she was mere metres away, and force pulled her towards him. All in the hopes that she would be struck by the phrik knife that she was rapidly approaching. It was set at her centre mass, more or less in hopes to get a strike to slow her down, hastily done because he knew that he and Ferus were already powerhouses when it came to fights like this.
Just based from their previous skirmishes, he knew they had to be Master and Apprentice. He had protected her numerous times already, anyone could realize that, if he protected her now, then Ferus'd be distracted for a split second, a split second that they both knew would be key, and if he didn't, Zaren was certain he'd be able to focus less on the both of them.
He could only hope this gamble worked because if it didn't, the moment he took could put him at a disadvantage.
Storm Commandos x12 (Eleven dead, Seven out of action)
All at J-12 now.
SC-4486 is trapped under rocks at G-9
Suddenly the heart of one of the AT-FATs co-pilot crushed violently, leaving him there in the seat, dying from internal bleeding, The pilot quickly had a Storm Commando come up to the cockpit and take his place after moving the body, He would be mourned but now was not the time as they were in the middle of a massive battle, Meanwhile in one of the remaining AT-STs, The heart of the pilot exploded aswell, forcing the co-pilot to divert control to his side of the AT-ST, It would not be as effective as it was but it would make due for now.
And again, inside of the AT-FAT, five Storm Commandos raised their blasters and started killing each other, forcing the other Storm Commandos to start killing them, deadly blasts of energy were ejected from numerous E-11 blaster carbines, some hitting someone, most of them hitting the inside of the AT-FAT, leaving a small scorch mark from where it had impacted, at the end of this deadly close-quarters blaster bloodbath, eight had had their lives mercilessly taken by stray and lucky shots from the E-11s, and three had been wounded, effectively reducing the Storm Commando's number to twelve.
Meanwhile, outside on the battlefield, deadly grutchinya had been released, which the AT-FAT were trying to ward off with their numerous gyro and regular cannons, the turret controllers never giving up for a second, like everyone else was thinking, they wanted these bugs dead, and they needed them to be dead fast, a swarm of grutchinya managed to rip off one of the rear gyro cannons, causing the controller to be exposed to them, He quickly tried to shoot them, killing one, but he was lost, taken by the swarm and reduce to nothing but little pieces of flesh and armor.
SC-4486 had been lucky in the currently buried AT-ST, as his leg was not broken, and he was relieved from seeing or experiencing the horrors that were happening outside on the battlefield, swarms of grutchinya were flying all over the place, attempting to attack the AT-FATs but being madly driven off by the turrets, they would have to converge into one giant swarm to even have a chance at taking down on of the AT-FATs, wounded Storm Commandos were crying out desperately for medical attention, feeling pain at being shot, and being affected by the shock and horrors of war, while Yaret-Kor fired artillery at their position, many of the shots missing.
Summary of actions
In one of the AT-FATs, Co-pilot's heart explodes, Storm Commando assists in driving the walker.
In one of the AT-FATs, pilot's heart explodes, Co-pilot takes over main functions.
Storm Commandos turn on each other and have a fire fight inside of the AT-FATs, eight die and three are wounded.
Grutchinya swarm rips off one of the AT-FATs rear turret, kills controller.
Objective: B (As in Plan B) Location: Section 1 Allies: The Force Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"] Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and a dozen years of practice Theme: Control and mastery of one’s self..…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kd6PEo8avA
‘You shut Me down You want Me more And More Upside and down It's really on the floor
Break my will you Jagged little pill You'll live to burn Your lesson never learned
Can't breathe I don't need this
You lock me up These chains are Wearing thin All of your lies Getting under my skin
I turn attack Will lead you into black This dream is out there is no turning back
I try, wanna forgive but you lied all over again So I can't forget, forget what you did and Now your words can't kill what's already dead
Back and forth, you swing me on a noose One after one the threads are coming loose Run me down, you wreck me to the core Scraping me up as if there's something more
What's left in this mess
Don't you see I don't need this
No wonder there's nothing left No wonder life feels like death No faith in love survive Cause once you start nothing's left alive.’
“They say every construct has a shatterpoint.. How about I find yours?”
Corvus didn’t need the Force to tell her she’d been suckered in. However the Force could not promise her she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. And of course, there was no guarantee she would listen anyway. Her faith in the greater good had always been the potential for her undoing. She saw the Force as an end in itself; the Sith believed that it was a means to an end.
It might have killed the cat – and it had every chance of doing the same to the GrandMaster.
“And you still haven’t told me your name.” There it was – the inescapable and potentially lethal flaw showing itself again. To another it would have been an innocent question – banter even. But she was not up against any run of the mill Sith Lord. This one – it appeared – had her measure.
One after the other, the two sabers held by the Sith blinked out and Corvus subconsciously deactivated her own with a hiss-snap. Darkness began to pour from the Sith Lord – palpable and menacing. And Corvus felt the Light-side of the Force ebbing away. It was similar to the sensation after the most recent Galactic Event – except magnified a hundred times. And she knew the Sith Lord was responsible and that – like any Force Ability – it would remain for as long as her foe kept it in place.
And from the darkness came the sounds. Shrieks of horror, pain and sorrow. Souls pleading for a saviour. They seemed to taunt her inactivity and inability to rescue them from their torment. This was not the raw heat of the Dark-side she’d typically faced but rather the empty chill of the void itself spreading through her. It touched every synapse in her mind, it clawed at the core of her spirit. In that instant she tasted utter annihilation, and felt the true horror of absolute nothingness.
“You should know what I am, Jedi. You have only laid eyes upon the light, fought out my treacherous tendrils, and sought out to undermine my efforts.”
Corvus used the words as an anchor, a lifeline to stop her falling into an abyss of despair.
Hoarse whispers rang from every angle, near her, far from her and even just beside her side, making her physically jump.
“I am born not of your foolish pride and righteousness, I am without good, without order. Can you not feel it at your back, Jedi?" Corvus had no idea where her foe was now, her mind was confused.
“I am your Dark Master.” The voice was a shrill hiss from behind her. ‘I am Death.’
Corvus did not fear death but that did not mean she would embrace it. So she concentrated on the Sith’s words – not to identify her position – but to give her focus. To enable her discipline of Teräs Käsi to kick in – it was her only hope.
Most of Corvus’ mental protection came from the Force. Simple barriers, Art of the Small…but only one would work now. She was effectively blind due to the darkness and without the Force to seek her opponent, it took a while for her to gain enough of her faculties to act.
She closed her mind to the Force as she’d been taught so many years before. It didn’t stop the blackness – this was a physical manifestation of the Dark-side but the sense of despair abated. Instantly she sensed something. Not through the Force but through her martial arts training. It was an aptitude for anticipating strikes and she knew she was about to be hit – but by what and how she had no idea. But where was known to her.
So she dropped to her left knee and then dived to her left, flowing smoothly into a shoulder roll. She came up with her hands in a fighting stance and listened for the sound of the Sith’s breathing. With all her focus on the creation of the Dark-side tendrils, Corvus estimated that she would not be bothered to ensure her breathing was so quiet as to avoid detection. With her sight unavailable, her other senses were heightened. It was the body’s way of compensating.
She moved into the Teräs Käsi wide stance called Riding Bantha. Even as she did the movement, part of her was monitoring her body’s state. Her breathing was slow and even, her pulse elevated by no more than two or three beats per minute from its resting rate.
And then, without warning, she spun on her right foot and shot her left leg out in a powerful side kick at the extreme speed the martial art was famed for, aiming to slam her boot into the Sith’s chest. Hit or miss, she dropped into a squat, ready for her next move.
Objective: B Location: Section 1/Norrin's Mind Allies: None Enemies: [member="Disciple"]
The blade he was carrying in his right hand was the same as the blade he'd been carrying in the physical realm. He knew the moment that it came down to a sword fight the Sith would go for lightsabers. Incidentally, he also knew that his control of his mind at the moment was limited to the point where he couldn't stop the Sith from creating lightsabers with the same properties as ones in the physical realm. Fighting them was going to be exactly the same and just as dangerous.
He parried the blade with the sword to stop it, batting it away though he was certain the Sith was going to call it back at any moment.
"I assure you," he said, "that this is no game."
The Sith was charging at him, so he charged at the Sith. I do not fear death; I face it willingly. As he drew near, he he dropped to a slide and swiped the knife across at the Sith's lower left leg as he meant to slide past him. The sword remained ready to parry a counter as he knew this wouldn't have the same effect as it had on an organic body.
Now that he was surrounded by Yuuzhan Vong soldiers, Cryax could not get his mind off of them. Their beady little eyes. Their crustacean armor, those tentacle weapons, the ritual scarification that covered their bodies, and noseless faces, all caused a flood of anxiety-induced adrenaline in the Chiss’ nervous system. Staying grounded in battle was a difficult task, as his mind kept flashing to his torture on the Omen after a Red Ravens skirmish with the Yuuzhan Vong. Although the Chiss slicer was standing in a canyon on Ord Mirit, in his head, barbed whips were flaying his back and his legs were being removed. Focus, Bane, focus! Get your head in the ga-
“Blast it!” cursed the Chiss as one of the Holofeeds from his probe droid cut out, as the little metal spy was by decimated by a Republic rocket. Typing out a few commands on the indigo blue touch screen that hovered an inch from his helmet, Bane pulled in footage from the AT-AW’s Holocam to compensate. He did this just in time to see two enemy cannons headed straight for the metal behemoth. The jumpy Chiss hit the deck so hard, he practically buried himself in the dirt. The AT-AW’s Deflector shield flickered to life just before the cannons hit, absorbing most of the most grievous damage. The blow rocked the vehicle to the core, but once the walker’s shields flickered off, Cryax slowly rose to his feet.
“Return fire on that Mythosaur!” he shouted into his commlink. At his order, the top turret changed its trajectory and began firing its proton cannon directly at the Mythosaur at F14. He ordered all five of his Tartoros Class Walkers to punish Republic forces with a second round of laser cannon strikes on the tanks at L10 and L11. The Chiss meant business this time.
Finally, he turned his attention to the One Sith slicers, huddled over their Datapads, a blue glow haloed around each of their faces. The sounds of fingers clicking over keypads could barely be heard over the din of the artillery above.
“Progress report?” he asked with narrowed glare of glowing red eyes.
“Sir,” came the voice of the lead slicer. “We’ve got some jamming attacks on a grouping of forces to the South of us. (J13)”
“Excellent,” came his clipped retort.
By using the satellite above as digital jammer to decrease the signal-to-noise ratio in one targeted area (J13), the One Sith slicers attempted to fill the airwaves with so much interference, that it would override any signals at the enemy’s receivers. Packets of information, like millions of microscopic bombs plummeted from the sky. If the slicers weren’t thwarted, comm channels, targeting computers, radars, and shield functionality would all begin to malfunction at this location, as systems were overloaded with digital dissonance.
Bane raised his gaze just in time to see two enemy missiles sailing through the sky towards the crevasse that ensconced them, only to be sucked into that Vongy lizard thing under his brother’s command. Vong technology. Man, that stuff was freaky.
Summary of Actions
AT-AW deflector shields absorbed cannon fire from [member="Ali Hadrix"], AT-AW now at 97%
AT-AW fired proton cannon at Mythosaur at F14 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
5 Tartoros Class Walkers fired laser cannons at L10 and L11 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Slicers coordinate a jamming attack on any technology in the area of J13 [member="Alva Calvarona"], attempting to cause malfunctioning in commlinks, targeting computers, radars and deflector shields
[SIZE=9pt]A bond, yes perhaps they had something of the sort. However, there was an agreement between a Sith Lord and his apprentice. If she died, then she was too weak to wear the mantle of Sith. If she provided him with a chance, then he would take it. If she became a burden, then she would be shamed and discarded for someone stronger. No, Darth Ferus would not be coming for her aid this time; she would rather die than be a burden to the Sith.
While she could not stop the pull, she could minimize the damage of the blade coming at her. By setting her left foot into the ground and creating friction, she was able to turn her hips and shoulders and make herself a narrow enough to have the blade strife her flesh rather than pierce her centre. The combined factors of her layered cloth and corellian leather, and the lightness of phrik –giving the point less force behind it- resulted in a shallow cut across her midriff. It drew blood and she felt pain, but it did not stop her.
As she turned, her right shoulder came forward. Her lightsabre was in her right hand and as she continued the momentum forward against the Jedi, her previous cut became a thrust. Due to the pull, she was unable to make it as accurate as originally intended, but it put a little more power behind the plasma point as she thrust it one-handedly against Zaren's knee, aiming still to weaken his joints. Could he stop both her and Ferus?[/SIZE]
With every step came a breath, and every breath supplied the brain oxygen. Oxygen was essential for the gears of the brain to work and the gears in Vol’s brain turned many different ways in that moment. A gear for his pain. A gear for his plan of attack. A gear for a force user’s constant connection to the force. Most importantly a gear that only turned for the enemy. What Vol saw in the enemy was… surprising. She challenged his idea of what a Sith’s actions were.
In the corner of Vol’s mind that made assumptions based on knowledge. He had clumped the ruthless One Sith, the sworn enemy of the Jedi Order, with an idea of aggression, quite possibly like his. He had always viewed them in his mind as men and women who would attack against an attack, and attack when not attacked. He thought the phrase - the best defense is a good offense - applied.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she was different. Maybe the Sith were different but that was something he couldn’t dwell on as he closed in the distance. At that moment there was no anger, and there was no peace. There was focus and the feeling of coming home as Vol came in range.
He swung his lightsaber in a wide arc at the Sith woman’s midsection. The lightsaber’s hum changed as it was put into motion. If Vol was right she’d block or parry. But one would find there was always room for surprise in a battle. If she didn’t react in time the wound would be shallow, and manageable based on her talents.
Objective: B Location: Sector 6 Allies: Sith Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
Unorthodox. He fought like her, utilizing the same underhanded tactics in order to gain an upper hand. Appreciative traits, and easy to detect when being used against one that didn't hesitate to exploit them in turn. The sweeping kick was easily avoided, though the Force Push was another matter. Instead of resisting the blow she allowed it to carry her where it would, though not without putting her own spin on things. Her own retaliation followed, and she slowed herself with another pulse of the Force, a strategy commonly implemented under similar circumstances. Adaptation had been prized by her former mentor, and so would be put to use here.
Her blade has flown from her hand during that short time, and she called it back into her grasp, igniting it once more. Not wasting any time, she let it fly, carving out a path towards his chest. But it wouldn't have time to get there. She intercepted her own attack, augmenting her speed with the Force and darting forward, pulling the saber back into her hand. Instantly she lashed out with a flurry of sharp swings, hoping to overwhelm him in the same manner of Ataru he had put to use previously. Two could play at this game, and she wanted to show him that she was more than capable of keeping pace. Whether he was able to return the same remained to be seen.
Settling into a rhythm was a dangerous thing, but she allowed herself to do just that for a few minutes, committing to her attack just as he had. It was plain the both of them were well-adapted to being on the offensive, and if he was anything like her, which was proving true, he would have the same distaste for defending for any exponential amount of time. Not that she would allow him too long of a window to completely adjust to anything of the sort. Another blast of the Force struck out, intended for his midsection, in the same instance her blade flashed towards his face. A choice was being offered, and it was up to him which option he would select.
The voice of the Hand came out again, twisted by the Darkside. This protector of Tython would find the Sith Lord shutting down his saber as this blast of the Force came from the Jedi, but he would not move. This blast of the Force would not harm the Sith, but strengthen him. Raw energy meant to harm Ferus would only be absorbed into the humans body. An energy boost beyond the normal, for this was a Jedi Master after all.
Practically brimming with the strength of both himself and the Bishop, Ferus would shoot both hands forward as the Protector's focus was on pulling Saiah to himself. He wouldn't stop the movement, wouldn't go to protect his apprentice. She was the Aspect of Death, a title earned to the strongest of the Assassins. If something so simple killed her, she was undeserving.
All of the Force power within the Sith ripped from his form, an unstoppable mass of telekenisis forged from the melding of two powers, and this foolish Jedi would find only a crushing force pressing down on his form. Beyond the normal limits of the Sith Lord, for the Jedi's own power was being used on top of it, it would be almost impossible for the Jedi to resist, especially with his attention elsewhere. The Sith's goal? To make this Jedi kneel before him.
He had failed on Tython, and he still called himself it's protector. Now, Darth Ferus would show him the price of arrogance, and teach him the humility all Jedi should have.
PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 9.
Allies: One Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.
NPC Template
Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.
Vengeance chuckled at her retort trying his best to get his vision to clear so he could get back into the fight.
"You know nothing of Sith little Jedi." "Sith respect strength, individual strength." "If you can't hold your own then you are weak and not worthy of being called Sith much less teaching."
He laughed as his vision finally started to clear.
"You question our methods yet you find yourself unable to defeat me." "Even your parlor tricks were not even to make a dent." "You stall only to waste the chance to deal the killing blow."
He shook his head his grip tightening around his saber finally able to see well enough to be able to hit her. It was just in time to see her smile and run. He started to chase her but skidded to a stop at the doorway. He shook his head everything in him wanted run her down and deliver the killing blow. Instead he stopped flicking off his light saber half whispering to himself.
"Run little Jedi run like your life depends on it." "Next time you are mine and no little pretty lights are going to save you."
He growled wishing he was not stuck playing defense. Offense was definitely his preference.
Emotions were a curious thing, especially from a Zeltron. What John Hunt attempted was to perhaps sway Darth Nephthys from her objective. However, he would come to quickly realize that to play the empathic game would result in a double edged sword.
Had he had practice and experience, perhaps he would be able to control what came next. Every preparation and rule was written in blood, in experience. There was a reason why Zeltrons enjoyed ensuring that only happy emotions were prevalent on Zeltros -- because the negative could very well place them on their knees.
Crimson eyes would stare listlessly upon the young man, and instead of shutting her mental walls, the Darth would invite him in. Beckon him with a tempting nudge across the Force, giving him the courage to attempt more. It was then that the complete and utter loss of her brother would rip through the empathic connection, crashing against the man with a white hot wave of pure gut wrenching melancholy.
To be separated from a twin that was as much a part of her and a need as living breath would be a terrible loss to endure.
If the Zeltron so desired to play the game of emotional heartstrings, then this battle now became their personal dejarik board.
Strength: 300
Objective: Secure Positions on East Bank
Personal
Objective: Route Sith Military Forces on Ord Mirit
Location: Ord Mirit [M-14]
Allies: Galactic Republic, Imperial Remnant
Enemies: One Sith, Primeval
Gear: Mottled Rust-colored Beskar'gam, Verpine Assault Carbine, Various grenades (labeled above with infantry gear), beskar push blade, Verpine Shatter Pistol, Jetpack, wrist rocket, tripwire, wristcomp.
Major Garrot Bader: Big Bear "Send another family of rockets at Kay-Twenty," Bader ordered, "Set them on independently infrared-guided tracks to converge on their target." He added. The Gunnery Chief nodded and saw to it, quickly designating eight different paths of attack for the Strike Missiles to follow before all turning on a single target area. This would help to avoid counter-measure as it required each missile be isolated by enemy fire. Once the missiles reached 50 meters above ground, they would converge on their target, which was to be one of [member=Darth Pyyrhus]'s proton cannons at K-20. By using IR communication, the missiles would avoid the affects of the current jamming activities propagated by both sides of the battle.
As Big Bear stomped along the Northeast edge of the cliff, its cannons bore down on the AT-AW located at D-19. They were getting closer to the small walker now, and the 420mm mass driver cannon was gearing up for another set of rounds, which Bader quickly coordinated with Captain Lug'lik Havier, Little Bear's commander. Once they had aimed down on their target, the cannon began to whine with energy and the ten-second countdown ended with DOOM-DOOM, DOOM-DOOM!!! The four rounds lanced out toward the defiant walker, and would reach their target just before the four unleashed by Little Bear. Major Bader did not wait to see what happened, turning his attention toward the formation of soldiers now trapped under the gaze of the massive metal walker.
The Sith forces had not broken, and would likely not rout. They were too devoted to victory for that, Bader knew. As such, they were not rushing about within the canyon like womp rats with their head's cut off. [member=Sage Bane]'s forces were more disciplined than that, something Bader respected. Even so, the Mythosaur's ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannons unleashed themselves on the enemy forces below, slug rounds tearing through the air at a fire rate of 300 rounds per minute. Joining them were the two Quad Laser Cannons, which pumped bursts of fire into the area. One of them focused on Sage Bane's dismounted forces, the other Cryax Bane's.
The canyon was small, but large enough, and rocks and debris provided ample coverage for the enemy to take hiding behind, requiring Big Bear's gunners maintain a swift hand on their shift sticks. One of the Quad gunners targeted a pair of Vong rushing for cover and began blasting the ground before them, then swiveled back toward his target. The other Quad gunner focused on pairs of shots, well controlled and aimed for anything, or anyone, that was slow moving and could be more easily hit with direct fire.
The Missile Crew targeted one of Sage Bane's Rakamat, then launched a Ball-Bearing Missile ahead of a Calmant Missile at the massive artillery beast. The Ball-Bearing Missile would trigger ahead of the Rakamat, firing a spray of superheated metal balls the size of human heads at the enemy, the number and composition of them intended to confuse the dovin basals protecting the beast. The Calmant Missile would hopefully strike somewhere in between all the mess to inject its sedation agent into the monster and disrupt its digestive activities and thus limit the activity of its Yoret-Kor. Big Bear a greater amount of shield damage this time around due to its focus on offensive fire. Yaret-Kor rounds exploded against its shields, splashing the area in fire and bathing the vehicle in an angry red light. The shields flickered more than once under direct impacts, though they held, for now. Incoming missiles were defeated with the Anti-Missile Octet turrets, though several collided with the Mythosaur's shields, glancing strikes that splashed the ground around the walker more than the walker itself.
Captain Ali Hadrix: Goldilocks "Gods dammit!" Ali growled, smacking her helmet as her commlink returned only static. "They've either finally got decent jammers working or it's the rock, because I can't hear osik." She reported to her gunner and pilot. "We'll be out of this tunnel soon enough, Captain." Hollows assured her. Ali frowned, not entirely convinced.
As if to prove her wrong, the tunneler that was digging out the ground ahead of them finally broke through to daylight, rising up out of the dirt and slamming down onto the open earth, dust coiling and enveloping the area. "Alright," Ali began, hoping her comms were free of the rock. Static greeted her in return. "OSIK!" She screamed, punching her commander's display with a gauntleted hand. The glass cracked, though the screen continued functioning. "Switch to Eye-Are transmission, Encryption One, just like the contingency plan said." She ordered her radio operator, who obliged her. "All Republic forces, this is Captain Ali Hadrix. If you're reading this, switch comms to infrared transmission, encrypted modulation number one." She turned her attention to the rest of her MAT-TE's, "This is what's going to happen. The digger is going to continue forward, cutting us a channel in the ground to provide us with covered positions. We're going to line up along the cliff's edge and fire down into the canyons. Keep spread out, no more than one vehicle every seventy-five meters." Ali shut off her commlink and watched the digger on the combat display. It moved slowly, a rate of about fifty meters a minute, digging a channel two-meters deep into the dirt, providing her tank's underbellies with protection from explosives. "Goldilocks, it's Baby Bear. We've got enemy infantry on the clifftops with blast bug launchers and other small arms. They range from the sixteen to nineteen. I can only see them on thermal, they must be cloaked." Ali thanked Baby Bear then turned her attention to the combat display before responding. "Get light laser cannon on them if you're able. Just let them know we know they're there, hopefully it will distract them from their duty to report on our forces."Baby Bear confirmed the order and Ali switched over to the rest of the force. "Start moving out and getting into position, we've got a minute to set up. Weiss, you get your infantry out and dismounted as soon as your in position. We have enemy dismounts in the area. Start setting up firing positions within the trench dug by the tunneler. Es-Cee-Four-Four-Eight-Six, I need you to press your attack, follow the Vong so closely they'll think twice about launching artillery for fear of hitting their own!" Goldilock's continued lurking forward, resting in the middle of the formation which had become a long line of MAT-TE walkers heading East along the cliff top, just out of direct line of sight of ground forces. Ali had her vehicle halt within Grid Location M-17, while the forward half of the column continued Eastward, to spread out between locations M-18 and M-20. From there they would have the greatest vantage points over the entire battlefield, and their cannons would be free to tear down any enemy formations still hidden within the canyons' cul-de-sacs. "Alright, turn the cannon, get an angle down on the Seventeen and Eighteen sections," Ali told Hollows, who obeyed, tilting the mass driver cannon Northward. It dipped down, and Ali watched as [member=Reverance]'s forces came into view on her Day/Night sight. "Alright, switch to thermal," she ordered, and watched the view switch from color optic to white-hot. The Rakamat located in G-17/18 and H-17 lit up like floats at a Republic Day parade, their dovin basal singularities showing black emptiness as they appeared and vanished to soak up laser fire and projectiles. "Let's get 'em, folks," Ali smiled, giving out the orders for a handful of her vehicles. Sister Bear, Mama Bear, and Goldilocks targeted the exposed behemoth artillery beasts with anti-personnel cannon fire, the heavy guns loosing streams of crimson bolts to be soaked up by the enemy's dovin basals. Each vehicle's accompanying bow heavy blaster rifles targeted the cloaked Vong soldiers on the cliff tops, hoping to harass them with fire.
The MD-turrets began to adjust for fire as well, all three taking on a single Rakamat at a time. First they aimed for the closest one, located at Grid Square H-17. Two of the MAT-TE's launched Precision-Guided Munitions that would be able to alter their course mid-flight in order to avoid dovin basal singularities that formed to intercept them. The third MAT-TE loosed a White Phosphorous round that would detonate over the monster and shower chemical death into a 2,200 square meter area. The chemicals were capable of burning through flesh of a being to the bone, and woulds could be reignited days later by actions as simple as changing bandages.
In support of the fire, the two-tubed rocket pods mounted on each MD-turret system began to adjust for fire and launched pairs of high-explosive anti-tank warheads, all aimed at the Yuuzhan Vong support personnel surrounding the beast's flanks. The rockets were intended to disrupt the Rakamat's food supply and limit it's available ammunition.
As the three MAT-TE's ahead of Ali continued heading East, the three behind her took up positions along M-15 and M-16, then coordinated rocket fire with the surveillance data provided by the dropship's above. Their first target was [member=Yurzhoc Shai] himself, diving downward through the air above K-17. The three tanks angled their rocket pods upward and locked onto the target's heat signature, then each released a single surface-to-air missile before turning their launchers downward. The missiles were set for proximity detonation, and would explode once they came with 10-15 meters distance away from their target. Now, the launchers locked in telemetry data for the dismounted forces Yurzhoc Shai had located at Grid Square L-16. There were roughly two dozen dismounted Yuuzhan Vong Mern Kane, and some of them would end up being victims to the three missiles that now dropped out from their tubes and jettisoned toward the ground below. These were set to collision detonation, to better impact the dismounts they sought to destroy.
Captain Lik'gul Havier: Little Bear Little Bear was just pulling itself up to the fair cliff at Grid Location G-16 when the enemy artillery began to strike all around the massive walker. Large molten balls of rock exploded against the vehicle's shields, smearing red flame and smoke across the invisible space between them and their target as the Mythosaur continued moving upward. The small singularity mines carried by the incoming Grutchinya were intercepted by debris falling on all sides of the Mythosaur, lessening their direct impact on the vehicle's shields, though it did not go unnoticed by the Defense Officer, who was forced to further reduce energy shield strength in order to boost the particle shields.
An enemy artillery missile struck the ground and exploded near the edge of the cliff, tearing a large chunk of rock away to fall into the canyon below. The vehicle's middle foot slipped on this empty space and for a moment the vehicle lurched backward before stabilizing itself. Eventually it began moving again, climbing ever forward before mounting the top of the cliff and pulling itself onto even ground once more. The earth below its massive feet was pock-marked with blackened craters from artillery weapons. Fire grew as grass along its surface and chunks of molten rock rolled this way and that as the Yaret-Kor projectiles smashed into the ground. Here and there an artillery round would be shot down, to careen against the canyon floor or detonate in mid-air, though enough made their way through to the vehicle's shields to cause its commander an amount of discomfort and concern. "Bantha Flight, this is Little Bear, requesting a second ordnance drop on Grid Location El-Nineteen." Captain Havier switched his commlink to channel in with Big Bear's Major Bader. Their communications were being scrambled somewhat by the jamming frequencies produced by both sides of the conflict, a subliminal electronic war that was getting on Havier's nerves. In the meantime, anti-missile octets were firing off against incoming missiles and rockets, and the shorter range laser cannons were being used to cut down swaths of the Grutchinya that were gathering outside the deflector shield, attempting to break through it. None would at first, though they would start to force their way through in pairs throughout the next minute or so. Bader calmed the lekku hanging over his shoulder with a gentle touch and attempted to make contact with Bader on the infrared transmitter. "Big Bear, this is Little, hoping to coordinate fires with you on those remaining Attack Walkers, do you copy?" Havier didn't have to wait long. "Little Bear, this is Big, we would absolutely love to coordinate with you, do you have the grid location?"
Havier smiled, "Yes we do, sir, transmitting now." "Then fire on Ten." Major Bader replied. Elsewhere in the cabin, the vehicle crew were organizing a handful of men to stand by outside the vehicle, secured to its hull, to help handle any of the Vong insects that managed to make it through the deflector shields. With a greater power reservoir for the particle shields, they would be able to last longer against the flood of Vong spawn that were attempting to force their way through in a horde.
Havier signaled his Gunnery Chief. "You heard the man, have you located the target?" The Gunnery Chief nodded. "Target identified, three-hundred-twenty meters sir!" "Four rounds heavy gun, fire on my mark, four, three, two, one, mark!" "On the way!" DOOM-DOOM, DOOM-DOOM!!! The Mythosaur shook as its main cannon fired once more, sending rounds out toward its enemy, the diminutive walker that had eluded death thus far. Lighter laser cannons continued strafing the sky back and forth, cutting into the encroaching insects even as the vehicle's shields flickered under the impact of another Yaret-Kor munition. The Mythosaur would outlast them, though Havier's confidence was waning.
*Secure positions for 9 x MAT-TE's atop Southern Cliffs:
2 x [M-14]
1 x [M-15]
2 x [M-16]
1 x [M-17]
3 x [M-18]
*Secured positioning for 1 x Mythosaur atop North-East Plateau at [B-17].
*Secured positioning for 1 x Mythosaur atop East Plateau at [F-17].
**Target Identified: [member=Reverance] at [G-17/18, H-17].
**Target Identified: [member=Yurzhoc Shai] at [K-17].
**Target Identified: [member=Sage Bane] at [C-18].
**Target Identified: [member=Cryax Bane]'s AT-AW at [D-19].
***Target Attacked (x2): [member=Cryax Bane]'s at [D-19].
AT-AW @ [D-19]
Little Bear: 4 x 420mm Capital Ship Grade 800 kg Mass Driven Rounds
Big Bear: 4 x 420mm Capital Ship Grade 800 kg Mass Driven Rounds
***Target Attacked: [member=Sage Bane] at [C-18].
1 x Rakamat with:
1 x Ball-Bearing Missile
1 x Calmant Missile
***Target Attacked: [member=Reverance] at [H-17].
1 x Ramakat @ [H-17]:
6 x Heavy Anti-Personnel Repeating Cannons (streaming fire, strafing back and forth)
2 x Precision-Guided Munitions (can dodge dovin basal formation to detonate against or nearby target
1 x White Phosphorous Munition to detonate some twenty meters over Rakamat's form and shower 2,200 square meter area
3 x Heavy Blaster Rifle fire strafing areas of identified Cloaked Yuuzhan Vong soldiers on clifftops (intended to be more suppressive fire than direct killing power)
***Target Attacked: [member=Yurzhoc Shai] at [K-17].
3 x Surface-to-Air rockets at Yurzhoc Shai and his Nulhrokka @ [K-17]
Proximity detonation: 10-15 meters from target
3 x Surface-to-Ground rockets at Yurzhoc Shai's 20 Mern Kane @ [L-16]
Collision detonation
***Target Attacked: [member=Anja Aj'Rou] at [L-19].
Called in Bombing Run on [L-19].
***Target Attacked: [member=Darth Pyyrhus] at [K-20].
8 x Strike Missiles launched in a specific pattern to split up to avoid counter-fire and converge over target just 50 meters before striking the ground
****Damage Taken:
20% shield damage to ACS-503 Mythosaur Little Bear @ G-15 (63%)
25% shield damage to ACS-503 Mythosaur Big Bear @ C-15 (70%)
Objective: B.....defeat the Jedi/Pubs Location: Section 8 ---> Section 9 Allies: OS l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Darth Ferus"] l [member="Darth Ophidia"] l [member="Jardo Snow"] Enemies: GR l Jedi/Pubs l [member="Aela Talith"] l [member="Micah Talith"] Gear:Lightsaber l Bone Armour l Sisterhood Emblem l Amulet of the Five
The pain radiating off the female Jedi was intoxicating and pleasurable. Lord Veles' blade had struck flesh, yet the girl stilled lived. But the fight would soon be drained from her. Lord Veles had positioned himself to full take control of the Jedi, his will exerting dominance over the young Jedi Master. Impressive! Now it was Darth Venefica's turn to weave the striking mental blow.
Unfortunately she would have to wait, for coming to the girl's rescue was a male Jedi. The Jedi had mustered a defense against the Sith soldier's blaster shots, sending some back at the troops, some into the ground, and some toward her. Thumbing the activation stud, her deep blue metallic blade hummed into existence directing the shots into the ground at the feet of the incoming Jedi as she swallowed the life force of the dying soldiers, siphoning their fleeting moments of pain before they died; fueling her Darkside prowess.
Methodically she stepped forward, not before spitting the enchanted bone toward the exposed face of the female Jedi, putting enough distance between herself and the wounded Jedi, cancelling any attempt on the Jedi's part to make a last ditch effort to attack her, leaving her to deal with Darth Veles' crippling attack and the soaring bone.
Ripping another enchanted bone from her hair and placing it in her mouth, she twirled her blade once, keeping her feet moving into dueling position; as her eyes observed all his cute little trinkets dangling on his neck, encircling his fingers, and covering his forearms. As he drew closer, she shut her mind off to invasion, while the Kasha crystal added it's effects into the fray.
And that was essentially all she could do as she watched the enemies she was pursing make it out of sight as the rockslide came down. It seemed many of forces under [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] survived, though the path was a bit of a mess she didn't want to go through the trouble of maneuvering around. Especially with damaged walkers, and especially not when enemy fire was focused on their position. "Move us back out of here, pursuing them blindly while the Republic is spreading out is just asking for a death sentence with the damage our AT-FATs have sustained. Who knows what they have around that corner." Sighing as she pulled back from her place hovering over the Imperial Walker's pilot as the soldier nodded, Alva watched as the view changed slowly as the heavy vehicle turned, changing position as the crinan woman pointed out a place on their map reader for them to take refuge near.
Something they dearly needed as their friendly walker called over about incoming missile fire, though some background static made it more annoying to listen to than normal. Although considering the battering the two AT-FATs had been through it didn't surprise the Imperial Captain about the slight irritation. "Bring the Stormtroopers on their rappels back into the troop bay and seal the hatch. Explosive rounds or Napalm I don't care whatever it is they're throwing at us now, get them inside. Return fire on the enemy position as we move from sight just as they are." Of course while this was done enemy fire was ongoing, [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] appeared have some units capable of firing on them, thud bugs and blast bugs slamming into the walkers armor plating and unfortunately clipping a few of the troopers being pulled back into the transport bay of the Imperial vehicles.
Their blasters firing recklessly and desperately to hit the enemy insect projectiles before they impacted, causing a small explosion that would knock a trooper from their rappel line completely, and even if the blast bugs didn't kill the soldier, the fall would. Still, it was perhaps a better fate to have died from the heigh than it would have been if the soldier had been alive soon after. Even as the sounds of incredible explosions filled the air and the beautiful display of the unique nature of seismic charges detonations lavished the sky, the missiles falling toward their area now burst into falling flames, revealing their nature as napalm. As the troop bay hatches of the walkers closed, cutting off the battlefield from view, many of the Stormtroopers simply did their best, along with their commanders, to not think about what the flames were doing to the bodies of the fallen, as the fire suppression systems kicked in once again, and troopers sat in the holding area and took the short reprieve they had from the enemy attacks.
Which didn't last long, as calls were made about the arrival of more of the grutchinya the Sith and Vong were continuously unleashing upon them. "Put all fire on them, the rotary gyro laser cannons should shred a number of them. . . .have the Stormtroopers prepare for another deployment. . . ." Having only reached the edge of J12 again, the Imperial Walkers would turn once again, raising their heads as the AT-FATs unleashed their forward cannons and turbolasers upon the swarms. Protected as the vong creatures were, as hundreds of laser cannon blasts lanced into their swarms and turbolaser fire contributed as best it could, there undoubtedly were going to be losses as many of them fell before breaking around the Imperial Formation once more, and the order for the Empire's Stormtroopers to enter the fray once more went out.
The transport bays opening again, the soldiers would open fire with heavy fire from their positioned E-Webs alongside furious fire from their E-11 Rifles. At this time several troopers were quick to even employ the Plex Launchers, their losses encouraging them to use every weapon available while they had the manpower to utilize such a variety of weapons still. Rocket fire would launch out from the sides of the Imperial Walkers, directed at clusters of the vong horrors hanging in threes or more the ensuing explosion and gouts of fire consuming the insects whenever they struck. Even still, Alva heard the screams from the front of the walker, a few of the Stormtroopers grabbed by some of the flying terrors in passing, torn apart or released to fall to their deaths from whatever heights the insects dropped them from.
Her own was not enjoyable either, several of the creatures had tried to come in at the head, only for the rotary cannons to cut them into pieces. The walkers progress away from the edge of the bank and danger zone only became worse as artillery fire began to rain down on them as well, leaving the Imperial Officer glad she was choosing a path of action to remove themselves from the open position. As the laser cannons and soldiers whittled away a number of the grutchinya, Alva signaled for the hatches to close again before a lucky artillery strike struck the troop bay while they were open. "Get us behind the canyon wall now. Have our other forces hold positions. If the diggers haven't dug out [member="SC-4486"] yet then tell them to hurry."
As dirt from the river bank kicked up, explosions dotted the sky and earth, and the edges of the canyon entrance erupted into showering debris, the Imperial column would make its way up the river bank, moving itself close to the canyon wall, while trying to maintain as much distance from it as possible. However, there was no escaping so much focused fire, as one proton cannon round found its mark, neatly striking one of the middle legs of the command unit, obliterating the limb's lower half and causing the heavy vehicle to shake somewhat before stabilizing and moving again, at a much slower pace as the right side no longer had the mobility of the left. It was at this point Alva would find herself wishing she had opted to lead her forces from a different walker considering the unfortunate luck of those in the Southern canyons so far.
Summary Of Actions:
All the heavy fire focused on the Imperial position makes Alva nope out and begin moving the AT-FATs from J13 to G13
AT-FATs firing at Yurzhoc Shai's infantry that have line of sight still, K15(?)
Grutchinya, Chitin Carbines, Blast Bugs, and Thuds Bugs claim another eight Stormtroopers lives as they fight back
Diggers at G10 still clearing out the debris on SC-4486 if he's still stuck
Other forces holding position
Proton Cannon Fire contributes to further damage to the environment that will undoubtedly leave whoever owns the planet with much complaint from the wildlife departments
Proton Cannon fire damages the leg on another AT-FAT, slowing it down
The padawan heard the next set of instructions not through the comm, as they were now disabled, but through the Force. Master Korr's message echoed through their mutual connection to the Force and directly into Torin's mind. The padawan nodded shorty to no one in particular. He understood what he must do.
As he was not yet adept enough with the Force the answer back through the method of the mind meld, Torin answered to himself verbally. "Understood, Master." Then he made one last call to Sable Squadron, informing them of the plan at hand. "Attention, Besh Flight. Follow my lead to the Sev'rance Carrier. Aim for the bridge and make it good. Master Korr has placed his faith in us. Let's not let him down. May the Force be with us all." His tone was confident and determined, meant to be contagious and instill hope in the hearts and minds of his comrades. He placed his faith in the Force, surrendering himself to fate, as the sheer numbers of the opponent attempted to intimidate him. His trained hands danced across the controls of the ship. "Going dark."
"Roger."
"Copy that."
"Copy."
Along with the rest of the squadron, the padawan shut off all comm systems. Together they became virtually invisible, blending with the black void of space around them. This incredibly useful ability was one of the many reasons Torin had so graciously accepted Master Korr's invitation to fly one of the Jedi-Class Stealth fighters instead of his own Nssis-Class Clawcraft. Although it wasn't quite as familiar to him as his own craft, the stealth ship was equip with a plethora of high-tech military grade components and weapons that made it a dangerous opponent to the One Sith.
In one collective unit, the fighters pressed toward their new objective - take out the bridge of the Sev'rance Carrier.
Summary of Actions:
Torin and several fighters moved closer to target Sev'rance Carrier.
